I didn’t think I could be this exhausted with no kids in the house. I’m racing to finish painting the guest room and get through a mess of other things before we leave for SC on Friday to pick up Mae and Jay.
I was up until 1:30 this morning. It was worth it because I finished one coat of paint, which I think will be plenty. The color borders on horrid. What can I say? We picked it out four years ago. I was pregnant with Jay at the time, and perhaps my eyesight had been affected. I remember reading a magazine article, “Pregnancy: Head to Toe,” that said women may experience vision changes while pregnant. So there, it is Jay’s fault that our guest room looks like a bowl of split pea soup.
Speaking of the boychild, his red velvet birthday cake is in my sister’s freezer. Although I fear for her future health, the benefit of having a sister who subsists on restaurant food is that her freezer was practically empty, allowing me to bake Jay’s cake early enough to get that off my to-do list well before my house guests arrive on June 23 and without him having a clue about it. The party place is reserved; invitations sent; and gift, decorations and supplies purchased. I made a timeline for the remaining steps (yes, I’m a little Type-A), and we are on track for a crashing, bashing Monster Jam. I decided to make a sheet cake instead of cupcakes so that I can decorate the top to look like a Monster Jam arena, which I’ll do the day before the party on June 26. Pictures to come.
I have been enjoying this quiet time with Hubby. He took me to a BMX race three hours away this past Saturday, the first race I’ve attended without the kids. I expected right up until the night before that I might get bumped by one of his racing buddies or that I might become the third wheel. Didn’t happen, even though he received a text message about someone needing a ride. I learned a new phrase, “Pit Tootsie,” which is apparently the wife or girlfriend who cheers, wipes sweat, passes Gatorade, etc. Not the most flattering term, but I was glad to be there with and for him.
We’ve been out to eat, including testing a new local restaurant and having dinner with a friend. I made spinach and sausage turnovers and a squash salad that my kids would fan their noses at and loudly declare “yucky.”
I met a friendly neighbor whom I’ve enjoyed chatting with at the bus stop in the mornings. Since I don’t have to pick up any kids, I’ve been taking the bus and train to and from work. This adds about 15 minutes to my commute each way. I don’t mind, given current gas prices, because I get to read (or doze) during the trip. Yesterday, I finished a good book, The House at Sugar Beach, by Helene Cooper, a reporter who writes about growing up in Liberia, leaving as a refugee, and returning many years later. It was a stretch for me because I would not normally pick up a book written by a journalist. But, this one was recommended by a trusted friend, and I’m glad I branched out.
The kids are doing well in SC, I think. My mother, not so sure. Mae and Jay’s nighttime bickering and pushing drove her to pull a couple of twin bed frames out of storage and buy a couple of mattresses. Jay tosses and turns when he’s getting settled in to sleep, and Mae is a snuggler. Also, though he is a sweet, well-behaved kid, he knows how to and delights in pushing his big sister’s buttons. I’d wondered how long the shared bed arrangement would last.
Hopefully, Nonny’s patience will last a few more days.